Future Doc Brown Novels & Stories

Jasson Brown fiddled with his bandaged fingers, "Shawn, I have to say, this Dr. Jones is even more cold-hearted than you." Shawn's voice was calm. "Is there anything else?" Jasson Brown was infuriated by his indifferent attitude, "Shawn, you had me rush back from M country in a hurry! Who did I go through all this trouble for?" "I'm reviewing the materials for tomorrow's Alter Group shareholders' meeting." Shawn's voice was very serious, making Jasson Brown subconsciously sit up straight, and his expression also became serious.

He’s holding my hand tightly, as if he thinks I’m going to make a run for it. At the desk the guard gives Gray the building directory. I notice that the pages on the clipboard are crisp and new. On the list, Dr. Paul Brown, Ph.D., is nowhere to be found. “This looks like a brand-new directory. When was it printed?” asks Gray. The guard shrugs. “Does look new,” he admits, peering over Gray’s shoulder. “Maybe he moved his office. I don’t know.” “Do you know him?” I ask. “Dr. Brown?”

"Thank you so much, Chief." Mr Brown said as he sat down on the chair directly opposite the Chief. "You're welcome. It's really so nice to see you again after a very long time." Chief Reynolds said. "Yeah, it is. How is your daughter, Chelsea? I haven't seen her in months now. Is she good?" Mr Brown asked. "Oh yeah. Yeah, she is. She now works as an accountant. I know she had some issues with Amelia, she is genuinely sorry for them. But then, speaking of Amelia, what exactly happened?" Chief Reynolds inquired and Mr Brown exhaled deeply.

It looked as if there was going to be a heavy rainstorm. Henry called Zayden and said, “Mr. Collins, I have checked it out. As I said before, Miss Brown’s profile has indeed been changed. To be honest, she did get married once in America, and it was juts in the same year she went there. She was married to an Englishman named Damian Wilson, and…” “And what? Go on.” Zayden heard his hesitation and urged. “And their marriage is valid to this day. Mr. Collins, she is not divorced now. I have emailed you everything I have found out, and you can see it yourself.”

Next day. Tn studio. "Brown you asked for me?" Someone walked into Brown's office. Brown looked up from the news magazine he was reading to see Chloe. "Sit." She sat opposite him. Brown rubbed his palm against his face for a few seconds before he spoke. "It came to my notice that you had a little brawl yesterday with some of our new models." Brown said drumming his fingers at the edge of the desk. "Brawl? I won't call it that."

He was still as he was at Norton; white shirt, blue blazers, and gold rimmed glasses. “Hurt you? That’ll be a surprise. I never knew you had any feelings at all” “1950?” Jeff raised a bottle of scotch at Brown, ignoring Brown’s retort. “45. Don’t touch it.” Jeff took a quick swig, as he brought the bottle to his lips. “Oops” “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? What exactly brings you here?” Brown crossed his arms. “I should be asking you, Fishburne. What brings you to Clydentown?”

he said, placing the files on the table. Maximilian gave Bryan a stern look. “Are you sure about this information, Bryan? Is it true that the Brown family is involved?" he asked sharply. Bryan nodded, albeit hesitantly. “This information is still under investigation, but there are strong indications that Reynold Brown was involved in suspicious activities. He often dealt with people in the mafia's circle," Bryan explained as he unfolded the documents he had just brought in. “However, we need more evidence to confirm his direct involvement.”

"We expected this. It's just a technical hiccup, and we'll fix it." Colin scoffed. "Fix it? Professor Brown is back in the game. Do you understand what that means? He's one of the top minds in the field, and Aspen bringing him in isn't some coincidence." Zac walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You're too wound up, Colin. He's just an old man. How much damage could he really do?" "Don't underestimate Professor Brown," Colin snapped, rising to his feet. "He's unmatched in the new energy sector. If Fuller Group makes a breakthrough under his leadership, Omniwonder Corp is done."

“Odds are, whoever bugged your house realized the devices were removed. They are taking another approach.” I nod in agreement. If it is the Ambrose family behind this, Duncan is one persistent guy. You would think he would have backed down after getting caught, but it appears he just changed his strategy. I admire someone who doesn’t give in, but being the guy on the receiving end has me anything but impressed. “What’s her name?” Doc asks out of the blue. I look at him, confused for a moment, before remembering I came here for relationship advice. “Ava. Ava Brown,” I reply calmly.

I instructed, and she nodded as she noted it on a piece of paper. “Anything else?” She asked, and I shook my head. Like, what was Daniella thinking when she said my assistant was incompetent? Like, look at her; she finished writing as soon as I finished speaking and I will be honest, I can't write that fast. “No, that's all for now. Oh, I want to know about Mrs. Brown. I heard she's on a short break, leave?” “Mr. Brown’s trial is this Friday; she had to prepare.”